prologue : ii

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At times she closed her eyes , she saw a family so bright and free .

When she awoke from these day dreams , her feet would always be red with shackles .

So she cried , calling her father .

He ʼ d say everything was alright . And so she sobbed silently to herself , regardless of her strength and who she was and how high she is , there were blood on her hands she could not erase .

Perhaps there existed a tale that twisted their minds . Time passed and she turned obnoxiously violent . A long while later , everything was a blurred silhouette , it dazed her into an even deeper state if confusion . Her head was light and everything turned black .

And once in a blue moon , her father had called her again .

So she followed lazily , her mind in a desolate state of a blackout . Better follow than beg for the world to stop her nightmares .

But of course , she was only sent away , back to her mother ʼ s.

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